Chapter 706
Three Failures
Chapter 706 Three Failures
Just as Voldemort's murderous intent surged, Harry suddenly swung his wand sharply:
"Except your weapons!"
A burst of red light shot out, but Voldemort simply waved his wand, and the cauldron that had helped him resurrect sprang up from the ground, blocking the disarming spell head-on.
As the cauldron exploded, Harry rushed in front of Wade, shielding him with his body and bravely shouting, "Don't touch him! Your opponent is me, Voldemort!"
Voldemort slowly turned around, his red eyes narrowing into a dangerous slit.
“Ah… Potter,” he said softly, “I almost forgot… you’re the main course tonight…”
“Great!” Harry retorted. “I thought the Dark Lord was only good at bullying children!”
At that moment, he really wanted to run away, or at least shut up and stop provoking him, but a strange courage encouraged him and made him say things he never thought he could say.
It was as if the person standing before him was not one of the most evil dark wizards in history, but Dudley with a group of henchmen.
Harry could even feel the Death Eaters around him looking at him with astonishment, as if they were looking at a Motra rat who had suddenly become talkative.
He glanced quickly behind him and saw that Wade's round eyes were looking at him, with curiosity as if he were looking at a stranger, as well as the innocent dependence of a child.
Harry felt a surge of courage welling up inside him, as if it would never run dry.
He knew he was likely to die, for he was facing Voldemort and a dozen Death Eaters, and he was all alone.
But at this moment, he felt no fear of death, only a simple thought—
He must never admit defeat to Voldemort. Even if he has to die, he must die standing like his father, and he must protect the child beside him with his life like his mother!
Harry gripped his wand tightly, his gaze fixed on the terrifying Voldemort opposite him.
"what!"
Voldemort laughed in fury, the split corners of his mouth and the bulging veins on his neck creating a bizarre scene.
Before he could even speak, the Death Eaters around him roared and howled, eager to demonstrate their loyalty to their master.
"Master, please let me teach him a lesson!"
"You reckless brat, I'll make you taste the Cruciatus Curse!"
"Foolish Potter, you can only be smug for a little while! Soon you'll be kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy like a dog!"
Voldemort slowly raised his hand, and the Death Eaters immediately fell silent. Vader, however, turned his head and glanced at the group, his gaze somewhat strange.
—These guys, even when they're eager to show their loyalty, don't forget to disguise their voices.
Vader thought Voldemort was more magnanimous than he had imagined, given that he could tolerate such a group of subordinates.
The boy moved his wrists slightly, his fingers resting on the armrest of the seat, intently imagining the deformed appearance of the chains on his body.
Subconsciously, he felt that this was feasible. Just as Voldemort spoke, Wade's heart stirred slightly, and he vaguely sensed a strange power flowing at his fingertips.
"Boom!"
As if an invisible soap bubble had suddenly burst, the iron ring binding his right hand twisted and deformed, stretching about two sizes larger, allowing Wade to easily pull his hand out.
He glanced at the tattooed woman standing not far away, and the golden water bottle she held in her hands, then, while keeping an eye on the standoff between Voldemort and Harry, he focused his attention on the iron ring on his left wrist.
“Harry Potter…” Voldemort drawled, “You are always so…unpredictable. But soon you will realize that provoking me was the biggest mistake of your life.”
He glanced around at the Death Eaters, looked at the badge on Wade's chest, and then his red eyes were fixed on Harry.
A searing pain shot through the scar on Harry's forehead, the intense agony almost making him scream. His retort turned into a muffled groan.
"Everyone says Harry Potter is my nemesis, is that true?"
Voldemort's tone was eerily calm, even remarkably candid. He said:
"Indeed, I failed because of him twice... or maybe three times?"
A subtle commotion immediately arose among the Death Eaters. Of course, they didn't dare to whisper under the Dark Lord's nose, but the movement of their bodies and the exchange of glances were enough to show the tremor in their hearts.
A noisy discussion broke out in the audience seats that the camera couldn't reach, and among the countless wizards watching the live stream from their homes.
As we all know, even Harry's parents didn't defeat Voldemort three times; they only escaped from Voldemort's clutches three times, which was already quite remarkable.
Voldemort didn't hide his defeat; he even smiled and said:
“The first time, as you all know—the night I lost my magic and my body—I wanted to kill him, and his mother sacrificed herself to protect him, which gave him some kind of protection.”
“I admit I had no idea this was possible… I can’t touch this boy.”
Everyone looked at him, and even the Death Eaters who had kept their heads down couldn't help but secretly raise their eyes to listen intently to the untold story of that night.
Harry's wand trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes were faintly red.
Voldemort looked at his pale, slender fingers and said with a sigh:
"Just as I was about to kill him, the spell bounced back... The pain of death surpassed everything, my friends. I was forced to detach my body, but my soul remains in this world, for I had already conquered death in a wondrous way."
At this moment, countless people turned pale.
Even the great Merlin had never heard of him conquering death, yet Voldemort before him could rise from the dead.
Almost every wizard who loved peace and tranquility felt despair—
Is there any way to completely destroy an immortal person?
He may fail a hundred times... a thousand times... but he will always come back stronger than ever before!
In this way, the world will eventually be completely under his reign of terror, and even Dumbledore will not be able to stop him forever!
People couldn't help but speculate: Perhaps this is why Voldemort didn't try to cover up his past failures?
Because his defeat was not entirely a disgrace, but rather proof that he was invincible!
"The second time... was four years ago."
After a pause, Voldemort continued, "I controlled a Hogwarts professor and got him to help me steal the Philosopher's Stone hidden in the school, but Harry Potter thwarted my plan."
(End of this chapter)